Guess it looked like a pretty good idea
early last year, with everybody getting rich off Internet stocks, to put
some TV shows together about Wall Street, and the Market, and money in
general. Everything looked so easy, everybody was in the
Market, right? All your friends were at least, and that's
certainly a representative sample. Only problem is, can you name
anything, any piece of entertainment, save for one movie -- Oliver
Stone's "Wall Street" -- that ever worked in the genre?
There aren't any, and this isn't because of the individual projects and
their lack of merit or not; that's nearly irrelevant to their
reception. It's deeper than that, and is more about psychology and
sociology than production values.
This past season, both Fox with
"The Street" and TNT with "Bull" attempted to buck
the odds, to beat the market with their shows. And to be fair,
"The Street" wasn't really *about* Wall Street; it was about
Sex, but still, money-manipulation was supposed to create the necessary
lubrication, so its imagery and power were crucial. And
"Bull" had its share of romance, but stayed a little closer to
the inherent appeal of business itself as its animus.
Only...business has no inherent appeal. Almost none.
Although viewers have been taught to drool over the trappings of
business, like expensive suits, mini-skirted skelefemmes bitching into
cellphones, brand-name dropping, glimpses of snazzy restaurants and
other Stella-Dallas-looking-through-the-front-window moments, once you
actually get down to business, which if it's business, then the thrill
is gone.
Because much as society wallows
in the love of cash, the actual getting of it -- especially if that's
the core subject matter -- is less than enthralling and basically obtuse
to most people. And worse than that, it's downright embarrassing
and very nearly our last taboo subject. We want to pretend that
the naughty talk on "Sex and the City" breaks the taboos, or
that "Queer as Folk" is really walking on the wild side with
its gay male sexual conniptions, but come on, talking about sex is easy,
it's money that's hard. For good or bad, the sex genie is way out
the bottle, and Pandora's Box of Sex Toys has been ever and truly thrown
open. Not to say that sex isn't a great subject anymore; count on
mankind's fascination for creative couplings to go on forever, but it's
not exactly forbidden fruit anymore.
The still-potent money taboo reflects
the basic feeling held by most people, and which of course is probably
true, that money isn't everything, and people who make a lot of money
aren't better people, or more interesting people, than anybody
else. And it's beyond a morality stance, it's not just a religious
or spiritual thing, it's almost as deep-seated a notion as gravity itself.
People who live for money, for making money -- well, there's something
more than vaguely creepy about the whole notion, to a whole lot of
people. And more than merely unsettling, the skill set seems
closer to alchemy than science (and probably is), and try making that
accessible to viewers. A crazed and greedy day trader on the
rampage seems a more reasonable and relatable dramatic character than a partner in a
brokerage firm. Unlike lawyer shows, which although steeped in the
milieu of privilege, education and cash at least can deal with real
world issues and human beings, a show about Wall Street finds it very
hard to bring humanity into the boardroom. Medical shows also have
a general wash of class genuflection about them, but this genre is most
easily made real and human by the accurate and unbeatable addition of
human suffering. As much a part of that landscape as a falling
NASDAQ is to Wall Street, at least an ailing child or an athlete with a
brain tumor is more visually appealing, easier to comprehend, and might
actually occur right on your own Street.
This is not to say that you can't have
business on TV. Not to beat an old bejeweled horse, but back in
the days of "Dallas," "Dynasty," "Falcon
Crest" and their spawn, at least we had the decency to tart up the
rich bitches, paint the men larger than life, push them out of their
respective corners into each others arms, and let 'er rip. NBC
tried it this past year with "Titans" and had a bomb, and this sort
of illustrates the dichotomous mindset that we're in about sex and
money. We've gotten over the sex taboo, but people don't know
whether TV should be allowed to poke fun at monied folks anymore; isn't
having money the best thing ever? Doesn't it confer respect and
admiration?
Not this past season. TV wanted
to lift up the moneymakers into their own category, to make them the
main characters in their own grand drama. Somewhere along the line
the fact that money is a tool, a means to an end rather than the end
itself, got lost in the cash-mad flush of then-current
events. We used to be content with -- and delight in --
seeing rich folks become crushed under the burden of their own
bankbooks, but as it was perceived that all of America was becoming
rich, which of course it was not, something went a little nuts. TV
tried to elevate the dirty business of dough-making into its own noble
enterprise, and it just doesn't work. And not to mention the lack
of excitement in the business of business. At least lawyers have
to pace back and forth in front of juries and doctors get to cut people
open; perhaps money business is more than just phone calls and watching
the electronic ticker, but if it is, not enough people really want to
stick around to find out.
And yes, of course at the heart of this
effort it's all about advertisers and demographics and getting the
real-life counterparts of those fictional folks to tune in so we can try
to sell them expensive cars and all that other stuff, but the rejection
of the Wall Street-set shows illustrates the disconnect between the
hearts, minds and bankbooks of America. Our bankbooks may or may
not be flush, and our minds could be on the ups and downs of the Market,
but in our hearts, we know you can't take it with you. We'd
rather watch lawyers fight for justice, and doctors fight for lives,
than a stockbroker salivate over a juicy IPO.
There's hope yet, folks....
Postscript 2003: We
obviously don't have to worry about shows like these coming back anytime
soon, do we?